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At a few points, I was so upset by all of the chaos (which we'd planned) that I actually felt emotionally anxious and disturbed. There were three separate train wrecks happening in three different areas of the theater and I was helpless to stop any of them at all. (Or rather, my character was.) Which left ME, actually feeling upset and unable to deal with what was happening.
Eventually though, the plan kicked in gear and it all happened according to plan. A nearly nude Dave Whalley tackled me and beat me senseless and then was dragged out the front door by John Jensen. And our angry, black activist, former member kicked me in the balls, signaling the blackout.
When the lights came up, our audience screamed at us. Not cheered. Cheering and applause sounds like something else. This was more of a shocked, angry, unhappy noise that came out of them. A few of the girls from "The Missfits" actually cheered "AMEN!" for us. So, that felt pretty good.
Once again, when we got outside, we just stood there giggling and checking in with each other. Once again, we did a HIMprov show and once again everything went intentionally wrong. Which is a difficult thing to be excited/pleased about. But we laughed and giggled and pointed out the best parts that we saw. And then went to the Town Hall and laughed about it some more. My good friend, Matt Rossi, came to the show and he had some brilliant perspectives on the show from the audiences view. He said he was "expecting something uncomfortable, but NOTHING as horrible as what actually happened." Expectations exceeded.
Was it funny? Sure. What's NOT funny about a drunken, angry, nearly-nude man tackling a minister and pummeling them?
But it was also horrible and uncomfortable and a bloody chaotic mess. (Did I mention that we had plants in the audience, who interacted with the characters? Or that we had a camera crew filming the whole thing, intentionally obstructing the audiences views?)
My camera guys and I reviewed some of the footage at the Town Hall Bar. It looked remarkably good. Very guerilla theater. Strange lighting configurations and a weird mix of backstage and onstage action. They said that they can get both tapes edited together by the end of this week and will even upload it onto YouTube. So, look for a video link sometime soon.
Second, I might've spoken prematurely about "this new girl thing." This might not work out, after all. Our emails after our first, great night together have been tentative and pretty lackluster. She seems to have checked out already, before a second meeting can occur. I've been pleasantly welcoming and absolutely light about scheduling time with her. But she's either very busy or looking to avoid me.
She's not available to get together at all, this week. Or this weekend.
She cancelled on the movie on Friday night.
She hasn't looked ahead to find a night when we might get together.
So, Message Received. I'm backing off. I sent her the "I'm not saying this blatantly, but I'm letting you know that I'm Backing Off, pursue if you want to. No Pressure" email to her today.
Who knows what she's thinking, on the other side of the screen?
Maybe she was a little intoxicated on Saturday and THAT'S why she was as flirty as she was...
Maybe there's some other guy that I don't know about...
Maybe she's a covert Super-spy and she wants to be with me, but can't, in order to protect my life...
Whatever the reason, I've released the very slight hold I had on her. I've left things in her corner, "Hey no worries. Why don't you give me a ring when you find some free time. I'd love to spend some time with you, whenever. Just let me know. Cheers, Mr.B" Maybe we move forward. Maybe we don't. It's her call to make.
So, that's a small disappointment. But after a single night together with her, I didn't have TOO MUCH invested in it. So, the loss doesn't cut too deeply.
Third, I have a post about Orangutans and a Robbery to offer up here. SOMEBODY is waiting to hear about that. I need to get on that. I'll try to post it later today.
Fourth, Me. Superman. My Mom. The three of us have a date for Friday night. I can't wait. THIS is a social occasion, that I've been looking forward to for two months now. Can't wait for it to get here.
Fifth, Still need to resolve MOVE stuff.
I've GOT TO get the last of my stuff out of that old apartment.
And I've GOT TO resolve major telecommunications issues with the new apartment. (Can't get satellite TV again, until the landlord can make some time to come walk the property with me. There is LITERALLY no working phone jack in the entire apartment. I know. I tried them all yesterday.)
So, THAT'S going to be fun.
No email in the apartment, until I get all of that resolved. No ipod. No bit torrent downloading. No Internet Porn! (I've had to use my fucking imagination. LITERALLY!)AND it's going to cost somebody some cash to get all of that done. I'd LOVE for it to come from the new landlord.
So, that's where my head is, these days.
Some joys.
Some sadness.
So much to do.
So little time.
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